Lucian’s POV
The moment that bullet shot me, the sharp pain coursed through me, and I knew I was done for. But at the same time, I tore apart that bastard before he could even think of touching her.
I turned to her as if it was basic instinct. All I could think about in that moment was her—not the pain, not the death that was about to swallow me.
The pain of that deadly silver bullet was like it was burning my soul, but all I wanted was to reach her for the last time.
I barely took a step toward her, but the deadly silver in that damn bullet worked faster, ripping away any ounce of strength I had left. I fell to the ground without even getting to touch her one last time. I was lying there in my human form, helpless, waiting for death to approach me.
But the worst part was, I had never thought to let her see me in such a condition—when I had always been nothing but inhuman strength.
Despite all these small regrets running through my mind, something good happened. She came to me—she was right there next to me. My eyes barely open.
Am I dreaming?
I closed my eyes as it felt so unreal, and if it was a dream, I didn’t want it to break by keeping them open. Maybe, being closer to death, your mind lets you imagine what you truly want.
I heard her say weakly, her words barely reaching my ears. "...I am sorry... I didn’t mean to..." She was apologizing—she was crying.
Is it real? It must truly be a dream. She can’t possibly cry for me.
When I heard her say, "Please... don’t die... please..."
I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look at her. Maybe her last memory of crying for me would make me feel better before I died.
When I saw her truly crying for me, I was happy.
I wanted to tell her not to cry, not to feel bad if I died. That I would always protect her—even if it meant dying for her—that I didn’t regret dying while protecting her. She meant a lot to me. So much, that despite my hate towards her, I couldn’t suppress my care for her.
I brought Fluffy back home only for her sake, because I knew how much he meant to her. All that food I cooked all these days—it was always meant for her. How happy I was to see her eat everything I cooked, and she was getting better now.
But, the moment I opened my mouth, as always, the bitter words came out. "...You must be happy to see me die... goddamn bitch..."
In response, she apologized again. "I am sorry... I didn’t mean to..."
I felt bad to see her apologising, and decided to say something good. But before I could say anything to comfort her this time, Roman came to us and pushed her away, cursing her angrily.
The moment I saw Roman, reality rushed back into my muddled mind. My brothers—I had to think about them, not about this bitch.
Roman looked horrified as he begged me to stay with him.
I was dying. That was fine—but I needed to advise my brothers to protect themselves. This bitch was everyone’s doom, and I didn’t want her to be the reason for my brothers’ deaths as well.
"Roman... this bitch is truly gonna kill every one of us..." I told him suppressing my pain. "It’s fine, I die—but kill her before she becomes the reason for my brothers’ deaths... Don’t let her kill any of you..."
Roman told me not to die and assured me that we would kill her together.
I couldn’t agree to it, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to kill her—though I always said otherwise. But it was totally alright if my brothers killed her later once I was dead. They needed to protect themselves first.
Roman walked away from me, as I heard Rafe calling for him. I looked at that bat for the last time—he was still so determined to protect us. Not bad. I was sure I was going to miss him badly after my death, while bearing the torture in hell. He would make a perfect companion in hell.
As I watched them, darkness slowly started to spread in front of my eyes. My soul felt cold, as if I was drowning in cold water, sinking deeper and deeper, and there wasn’t a tinge of light.

Where am I? Why is there no one?

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